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The brothers stared at Sophie in silence. James was a bit angry that she was in Collins' apartment, but Collins wasn't sure how he should feel. Angel knew absolutely nothing about his past and that included Sophie. He had made sure he never mentioned her when he and Angel talked about their previous relationships. Now that she was right there on the couch, he knew he couldn't hide it any longer. He just hoped Sophie hadn't said anything yet.

"Tom!" Sophie exclaimed, standing up and rushing to the younger brother. She threw her arms around him and he returned the hug, trying his best to ignore the looks of confusion he was receiving from his friends. James pulled the girl away from Collins.

"Sophie, what the hell?" he said. "I told you not to follow me!"

"And I told you I wanted to see Tom!" Sophie shot back, snatching her arm away from James. Angel then emerged out of the kitchen and smiled when she saw Collins and James. Collins quickly made his way over to her and kissed her passionately. He then looked at Sophie, who was staring at him with a blank expression on her face.

"Welcome back, honey," Angel said. Collins looked back at her. "How did everything go with your mom?"

"Good," Collins replied. "I'm visiting her tomorrow."

"That's great!" Collins looked at Sophie again, who was walking toward him. She started to reach out to him, but she wrapped her arms around herself instead.

"Tom . . . you didn't-"

"Not here," Collins interrupted, placing his hands on Sophie's shoulders.

"We shared so much last night," the girl said. "How come you didn't mention that you were with her? Why did you lie to me?"

"I'm sorry, he didn't mention he was with me?" Angel asked. Collins looked to the drag queen. She was scowling at him.

"Not at all. I asked him if he was seeing anyone and he said no." The bohemians collectively gasped. "Why did you tell me that?"

"Yeah, Collins, why did you tell her that?" Collins looked at Angel, then at Sophie, and then back to Angel. They both had stern expressions on their faces. He racked his brain for the best answer possible.

"I . . . I don't want my past to disrupt anything in the present," he said.

"So, it's safe to assume she knows absolutely nothing about us, then?" Sophie asked bitterly. Collins closed his eyes and sighed as the bohemians gasped again. "Tom . . . we promised we would tell each other everything no matter what. No secrets, remember?"

"That's what we promised," Angel said. Collins opened his eyes and Angel forced him to look at her. "When exactly were you planning to tell me that our promise was recycled? And when the hell were you going to mention you dated a biological female?"

"Ang, you know I'm bi," Collins pointed out.

"But you've never said anything about dating her! What did you 'share' with her last night?" Collins looked down at his shoes.

"Drugs." His voice was soft.

"What else?"

"We shared drugs and that's all."

"Is it really?" Collins looked up at Angel. She looked angrier than he had ever seen her before.

"Yes. That's all we shared, Angel, trust me."

"Collins, how the fuck am I supposed to trust you right now? All of this is coming out in little spurts of information and you still don't want to tell me the truth! You lied to me and Sophie! You broke the promise you made to both of us! Why would you do that?"

"I already explained that. I do not want anything in my past to disrupt anything in the present."

"So, you think you can live two lives?" Sophie asked. "You think you can be Tom and Collins? Where did you even come up with that name?" Collins sighed again and mentally prepared himself for Angel's next statement.

"You didn't even tell me your real fucking name?" she shouted. "You have got to be kidding me!"

"Tom, you need to choose right now who you want to be," Sophie said.

"What does that mean?" Collins asked.

"Do you want to be Tom or do you want to be Collins?"

"In other words, do you want her or me?" Angel added. She and Sophie folded their arms. Everyone in the room waited for Collins' answer. He kept looking back and forth from Angel to Sophie. This was not a decision he could make right then and there.

"This isn't fair," he said. "You can't make me choose between you. I . . . I love you both."

"Who do you love more?" Sophie asked.

"I can't do this right now."

"You have to, Tom. Choose one, or lose us both."

"I can't do this right now, okay?" The volume of Collins' voice had risen. He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Enough about me. What happened to your eye?"

"I'm not going to let you avoid this."

"Sophie, what happened to your eye?" James asked. Sophie looked to James and slowly unfolded her arms. She looked at the floor. "Well?"

"Darrell." The brothers shared a look. "I was following you here and he caught me near the park."

"Then why the fuck are we all in the same place?" James grabbed Sophie by her arm. "We're leaving. Tom, I'll see you tomorrow." Collins nodded as his brother pulled Sophie out of the apartment. The anarchist then turned to face his friends. They all stared at him in silence. Angel's expression broke his heart. She looked hurt beyond repair.

"I should've left last night like I wanted to," she said. A tear rolled down her cheek and she stormed out of the room.

"Angel, wait!" Collins pleaded. Angel ignored him and the bedroom door was slammed a few seconds later. Mark stood up slowly and everyone's attention went to him.

"I think . . . we should go," he stated. The rest of the bohemians stood and filed out of the apartment in silence.

Collins sat down on the couch, leaned back, and put his hands over his face. His past was doing a great deal of damage and he hadn't even told his friends about it. It wasn't that he didn't trust them with the information, he just knew they could be harmed if they had it. Not only was he burdened with figuring out how to deal with that, but now he had to choose between the two people he cared about more than anything in the world. Never in all his years of life had he felt so stressed. Bringing his hands down to his sides, he closed his eyes and tried to think of a sensible solution to his problems.

Collins opened his eyes and immediately realized he was lying on the ground. He knew right away he was dreaming. He sat upright and looked at his surroundings. There were tall trees with different shades of green leaves all around him. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were chirping. It was a beautiful place. He sat there for a moment and listened to the birds' songs while he tried to figure out where he was.

"Collins?" he heard Angel's voice call. He stood up and looked around. "Collins? Where are you?" He followed the sound of his love's voice until he ended up in the middle of a large circle of trees. There, he saw Angel smiling at him. She was wearing a long, formal, white dress and a shoulder length, black wig. In her hand, she held a white rose.

"Angel . . ." Collins said. "Baby, you look . . . beautiful." Angel's smile widened as Collins walked to her. She held out her hand and he kissed it gently.

"Tom?" a voice called from behind him. It belonged to Sophie. He turned to face her. She was wearing a short, low-cut, red dress and her hair hung over her shoulders. A red rose was in her hand. "Tom, what are you doing over there? You know I'm the one you want." Sophie walked toward Collins.

"Sophie?" The girl placed her hands on his chest and looked into his eyes.

"Don't you miss me, Tom?" she asked, bringing her face closer to Collins'. She dropped her voice to a whisper. "I was your first. You remember our first time together, don't you?" Before Collins could respond, Sophie walked away from him and stood right next to Angel. Both of them stared at the anarchist.

"Honey, you have to choose," Angel told him. He felt like crying.

"I can't," he replied.

"Do you want to lose us both?" Sophie asked.

"No . . . no, that's the last thing I want, but I . . . I can't choose. I love you both so much."

"I love you, too," both Angel and Sophie said. Collins studied each of them. He wished he could fuse them together into one perfect person, but he knew that was impossible. He would eventually have to choose and lose one of them.

He had been with Sophie for three years. They looked out for one another for the duration of their relationship. She was the first person who had ever made him feel wanted and loved. If he chose her, he knew exactly what to expect. He would help her get off the drugs and they would spend the rest of their lives protecting each other. He really did miss her.

But Angel. Their four-month anniversary was coming up. In the short time they had been together, Collins didn't think it was possible to feel the way Angel made him feel. She made him realize that he had more emotions than he knew about. He seemed to fall in love with her all over again every single day and vice versa. He didn't want to lose her.

"Who are you thinking of choosing?" Sophie asked.

"Don't think, sweetie," Angel said. "You know you have so much on your mind already, you don't need this piled on all of that. Listen to your heart. Your heart knows who you want."

Suddenly, Angel and Sophie began fading away. Collins watched with widened eyes. His feet wouldn't allow him to move so he could get to them.

"Choose . . ." they said together before they disappeared completely.

Collins jolted awake and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't realized he had fallen asleep. A hand touched his shoulder. Taking his hands away from his eyes, he saw that Angel was standing over him. She was out of drag and had a concerned look on her face. Like she had just received some bad news.

"What's wrong?" Collins asked.

"I couldn't wake you up," Angel replied. "I shook you and everything."

"I didn't even know I fell asleep until . . ." Collins stopped himself. He didn't think it was wise to mention the dream he'd had to Angel.

"'Until?'"

"I was dreaming."

"Well, you've been on the couch for hours. Are you coming to bed?"

"I thought you were mad at me. That's why I didn't follow you. I thought you wanted some time alone. And I just assumed that I would end up on the couch tonight anyway."

"When have I ever made you sleep on the couch?"

"Well . . . never, but-"

"I thought about everything and I realized being mad at you about this isn't going to get me anywhere," Angel interrupted. "In the months we've been together, anytime I caught you in a lie, you always had a good reason for it. I don't think I should think of this situation any differently. No matter how much it annoys me." The drag queen turned to go back to the bedroom.

"I want you to meet my mom," Collins said. Angel stopped in her tracks as her lover stood up and walked to her. He took her hands in his. "Would you be willing to meet her?"

"That depends on how long you were with Sophie."

"What does that mean? What does that even have to do with anything?"

"I'd rather not be compared to her."

"My mom won't compare you to Sophie. She's never met her." Angel stared at Collins in disbelief and decided not to ask questions.

"Fine then. I'll meet your mom." Collins gave a small smile as Angel slipped her hands out of his and headed back toward the bedroom. His smile faded as he followed her and thought of possible ways to get her to forgive him.

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